Pretty Girl

July 17, 2015

Blue eyes

Skinny thighs

Hair tied back tight

Feeling such fright

Brown hair

Face pale

Afraid shes going to fail

Slits her wrist

Ties the rope

Says her goodbyes

Cries one last time

Ties the rope to tight

Jumps off

As she said goodbye

Thats all it took to take her life

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